Lake trout caught by da local boys.
Wild rice harvested by my sister (last year’s; this year’s is being processed).
Beets and chick peas with tarragon and sage.
Squash with my family’s maple syrup.
And strawberry crumble made in my granny’s tartlet pans.
— until all of us were stuffed, “gloriously bloat,” to quote I Capture the Castle.
— until I was almost too full for a cup of the homemade, hand-picked tea.
— all the way up to falling asleep under the stars, the sky bright and cold, but my heart, my whole body, in fact, warm and wonderfully fed.